Nadia Civitanova Marche Whore ❤️❤️

About Bari

Precious, we’s talkin’ ‘bout whores now! Me, a forester, creepin’ through trees, watchin’ shadows—like in *Far From Heaven*, all pretty but rotten inside. We hates it! Whores, slinkin’ round, all fake smiles, tradin’ flesh for coin. Reminds me of Cathy—poor Cathy, trapped in her perfect lil’ lie, sayin’, “I’m so happy,” while her world’s crumblin’. Disgusts me, it does—makes my skin crawl, like spiders in me boots!

Introduction to Civitanova Marche

After that, I head down to the beach. The Adriatic is lookin’ fine today, waves crashin’ and all that jazz. I’m chillin’ on the sand, just soaking it all in. But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my sandwich! Like, really? I’m just tryin’ to enjoy my lunch, and this feathered thief decides to make me his lunch. I’m yellin’, “Hey! That’s my food!” But the seagull’s like, “Nah, bro, it’s mine now.”

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